JACOB
"You can't ask me to do s**t like that, Mike!" I exploded at him, twisting in the driver's seat to make sure he was looking right at me to take in every word coming out of my mouth.
I realized he deserved some kind of explanation and tried to go for the simplest, saying, "Holding hands isn't the same as messing around. It means something different to me."
Mike gave me an innocent look as he asked, "How does holding hands mean different things? I'm pretty sure everyone who holds hands in public means the same thing."
"And what do you think they mean, Mike? What do you think two guys who hold each other's hand in public are meaning to say?" I countered.
Michael blew out a breath like I was the one driving him nuts. Like I was the one who was acting crazy! He was completely going o
